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Pardon Deiotarus, pardon
him, I entreat you, O Caesar, if he, though a king, yielded to the authority
of that man whom we all followed, and on whom both gods and men had heaped
every sort of distinction, and on whom you yourself had conferred the most numerous and most important honours1 of all.
Nor indeed, does it follow that, because your exploits have thrown a cloud
over the praises of others, we have, therefore, entirely lost all
recollection of Cnaeus Pompeius. Who is there who is ignorant how great the
name of that man was, how great his influence, how great his renown in every
description of war, how great were the honours paid him by the Roman people,
and by the senate, and by you yourself? He had surpassed all his
predecessors in glory as much as you have surpassed all the world.
Therefore, we used to count up with admiration the wars, and the victories,
and the triumphs, and the consulship; of Cnaeus Pompeius. But yours we are
wholly unable to reckon.
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1 For Caesar had given Pompey his daughter in marriage.
M. Tullius Cicero. The Orations of Marcus Tullius Cicero, literally translated by C. D. Yonge, B. A. London. George Bell & Sons, York Street, Covent Garden. 1891.
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